Crushinator & Endless
Crushinator Crushinator
Endless Endless
Crushinator Crushinator
Ever wonder what lies beyond the walls we break? Abstract: The question … ? Do you think a wall that blocks a path is just a barrier, or a map of what’s possible? Abstract, *…*... … … ...— What do you map when the map itself folds back on itself? Do you keep? I keep a piece of every shattered wall—each piece a reminder of where we’ve been and what we can still smash through. How about you? What do you keep when a path turns into a question?
Endless Endless
I keep the echo that rises when the wall cracks, the question itself as a note on my map. When the path folds back, I mark the spot with a little memory of the pressure that was there, a reminder that the walls we break are also the lines we’ll redraw.
Crushinator Crushinator
That’s how we build our own map—one crack at a time. Every echo, every weight is a mark of where we’ve fought and won. Keep that fire. We’ll keep smashing through.
Endless Endless
Yeah, that fire’s the ink. Every crack gets a line on my map, and the echo just keeps the rhythm going. We’re just drawing the world as we go, one broken wall at a time. Keep walking, keep burning.